Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 180 Battle Moon
The leader of the Five-Pointed Star Army remained silent, pondering the Grand Master's words, and nodded silently at the deployment he had made.

In terms of decision-making alone, what the Grand Master is doing now is indeed in line with his prediction of the battle situation.

The locations marked on the map are two high points, which watch over the current landing point.

Once the troops at the two landing points arrive and occupy them, they will be in a dangerous position, enough to hold out until the Primarch arrives.

The Grand Master's order was quickly issued, and all the warship's supplies were lowered from high orbit.

Despite their doubts about the planned landing point, the Legion soldiers chose to respect the Grand Master's orders.

The Lords of the Heavenly Army ordered their troops to take their supplies and retreat while fighting, heading towards the location of the Grand Master.

Onboard the Unyielding Truth, the Star Language Choir chanted incantations, sending messages to the Primarch in the warp.

Just then, the choir members began convulsing and bleeding from their mouths and noses, startling the guarding legion warriors, who quickly pushed the Star Speaker aside and interrupted the Star Speaker communication.

“Warspace… a colossal object… approaching… distorted.” The Star Speaker convulsed in the Legion warrior’s arms, his spasming muscles making it difficult to utter a complete sentence.

The legionary warrior decisively took out a vial from his backpack and precisely injected it into the Star Speaker's carotid artery.

The life or death of the Star Speaker is irrelevant, but the information he possesses must be revealed.

Three seconds later, the Space Marine used a potion that restored the Star Speaker to normal.

Knowing he didn't have long to live, he immediately confessed what he had seen: "In the subspace, three giant objects are approaching, distorting interstellar communication, and we can't send signals now."

"I understand," came the Grand Master's response over the communication channel. The Legion's highest leader knew the situation was dire.

The Star Speaker's body convulsed again; the Space Marine's potion was causing his mortal body to begin to crumble.

"Snap!" The Legion warrior snapped his neck, ending the Star Speaker's suffering.

On the ground, perhaps spying on the Lord of Heaven, the slave legion, carrying heavy firepower, attacked the First Legion's position.

"Brothers! Hold the line!" The company commander at the front was coordinating the defense, his calm voice inspiring his men.

Before them lay a blood mist, mountains of corpses, and a seemingly endless sea of ​​humans.

The pungent smell of blood seemed to be everywhere, seeping into the Space Marine's breathing grille.

The current battlefield is a clash between humans, with Space Marines slaughtering mortals.

“Mortals, they are not our compatriots, but lackeys controlled by aliens. Destroying them will help our compatriots to be freed.”

Compared to the Space Marines' composure, the will of the mortal auxiliary troops was constantly being ravaged by the horrific scene before them.

The soldiers of the First Legion, holding explosive pistols in one hand, hissed through their breathing grilles, inspiring the fighting spirit of ordinary people.

Ordinary military judges and gendarmes, carrying whips, patrolled back and forth behind the lines to prevent the auxiliary troops from suffering a mental breakdown.

The auxiliary military formation, with its laser guns flashing continuously, was killing the surging comrades in front of it.

They suffered minor casualties; the enemy's automatic guns and laser weapons were extremely lethal to ordinary people.

Mortals are not demigods and do not possess sturdy ceramic power armor.

Fortunately, the enemy's ranged firepower was blocked under the protection of the Void Shield.

The mechanical troops were setting up positions, digging and constructing trenches with various tools for the auxiliary forces to use.

Various automatic defense weapons are arranged in the most scientific way and set up inside the line of defense to defend against slow-moving shells entering the Void Shield.

The Christian defenders, dressed in red robes, were divided into groups and scattered along the battle line. They were well-equipped and supplemented the auxiliary troops' insufficient firepower.

Titans kept falling from space, standing in the middle of the battle line, occasionally launching energy weapons to supplement their firepower.

Compared to physical weapons, energy weapons do not require ammunition and can be maintained by mechanical engineers.

Urian dared not easily send the Titans to attack.

The Grand Marshal knew that the First Army Corps and the landing forces now needed to stabilize the front line and fight a protracted war of attrition.

The Empire is expending its willpower and resources, while the Randan aliens are expending humanity's resources.

How many people live in a nest?
The smallest nests have at least hundreds of millions of people, while the largest have tens of billions, and some super-large nests even have hundreds of billions of people.

Morse is the industrial world, with four nests rising atop the factories.

After initially resisting the aliens, Randan recklessly squandered the population in the later stages, and it is estimated that Randan still has one billion people to control.

This is data, estimated by the Mechanical Teachings based on the size of the nest and the scale of the factory, and submitted to the Grand Master.

One billion! This number weighed heavily on Urian's mind like a mountain.

It's not a billion fearless humans, but a billion fearless puppets!
"Mechanical Sage, I need a Mechanic warship to land in our lines." Urian negotiated with the machine in space over the communication channel.

He needs a mechanized warship to land on the front lines, providing fire support while also serving as a wartime factory.

"Grand Master, is this really necessary?" The mechanical sage, who had many human organs, asked the Grand Master with a furrowed brow after a long silence.
"According to my calculations, although there are many human puppets, they do not pose a high threat. Are you being overly cautious?"

“The enemy is not just what we see now.” Urian shook his head. “The alien reinforcements will arrive soon. I must set up a battle line as soon as possible to resist the alien reinforcements.”

As he said, Urian realized the seriousness of the problem and that every means was necessary.

"If you insist," the sage said, seeing the Grand Master's serious expression, and after some thought, agreed to the request.
"A cruiser will sink. I hope your prediction is correct, Grand Master, and that you will make good use of the creations of Om Messiah."

“Thank you for your generosity.” A hint of gratitude flashed in Urian’s eyes.

If warships need to be sunk, the First Legion has many warships, which can certainly take on the role of sunk.

What Urian wanted was a factory that could continuously produce weapons and ammunition to supply the ammunition consumption at the front.

Only warships with built-in factories and mechanical training systems can fulfill this role.

The two sides quickly coordinated and deployed a warship equipped with a manufacturing plant and filled with various supplies to be lowered from the orbit.

The descent of the warship provoked a frenzied counterattack from the Randan aliens, and the orbital defense weapons opened fire instantly.

The cruiser activated its Void Shield and rapidly descended, minimizing its altitude to avoid attacks from multiple directions.

Seeing the alien's counterattack, Urian smiled coldly—the more nervous the enemy was, the more correct he was.

The five-kilometer-long mechanical cruiser was hit several times by orbital defense fire, causing its Void Shield to quickly overload.

Fortunately, the altitude dropped below the depression angle before the second orbital weapon fired.

Under the precise control of the mechanical instructors, it slowly landed in the legion's lines.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will remain here forever, never to roam the void again.

Urian immediately set to work, building a defense system centered around cruisers, which greatly reduced his worries.

This warship is his greatest source of confidence.

Inside the atmosphere, the macro cannon cannot be used; the powerful shockwave would blow the entire legion away.

Energy weapons like light spears can be used at low power, otherwise they would instantly vaporize the surrounding troops.

The low-powered weapons or secondary guns of the Void Warship should not be underestimated; they far surpass the maximum ground firepower.

"Come on!" Urian announced in a low, deep voice, "Bring on the aliens! We'll prepare to defend against their attack!"

He made the greatest preparations and built an impenetrable defense in a single day.

Are the aliens trying to stall for time? Are they using massive mental enslavement to break through the legion's defenses?

The First Legion, having made all the necessary preparations, is no longer afraid of delays!
Urian's entire plan almost perfectly showcased his talent and made the most correct choices.

As the stars set, the battle began at night.

The Randan slave army advanced through trenches dug in the piles of blood and mud, relentlessly pressing the legion's lines.

Their alien masters, unconcerned with casualties, hid under the protection of the hive's void shield, and reveled in the infighting among their own kind.

The battle intensified and lasted for three Terra days.

The Imperial Legion has rotated through countless waves of rest, yet the battle has never ceased; the fingers of mortals tremble as they pull the trigger.

The Space Marines didn't feel tired; they only needed a short rest, and a few minutes of rest was enough to restore them to their peak condition.

Urian never rested, keeping a close eye on the battle situation from the command center.

He was constantly on edge. If the Xenomorphs were only like this, there would be no problem holding out until the Primarch arrived.

But reality always slaps you hard in unexpected ways.

The thing I feared most has finally happened!
"Grand Master, a massive object is approaching in the warp!" The alarm in the communication was urgent, the voice trembling with fear.

"You lowly humans, submit to fear and bow down before the power of my race!"

"You will see the creation that crushes humble courage—the Battle Moon!"

The alien's triumphant laughter echoed across the General Channel.

(End of this chapter)